An incorrigible Cognitive Dissident

THE PAEDOFILE: All mouth & Trousers from Plod. Situation normal.

We’re back in that strange nether world of the Unnamed Arrests of the Ancient, and the Outing of the Dead Paedophiles. Papers obtained by Exaro show just how vigorously Cyril Smith (dec) defended himself against charges of paedophilia. And Baroness Thatcher (dec) tried umpteen times to get Jimmy Savile (dec) a knighthood, herself having a personal adviser Peter Middleton (dec) who was a raging child-shagger.

Today, Police investigating historical abuse of children at care homes across north Wales have arrested a 72-year-old man in Wrexham.

Plod said the individual was arrested on suspicion of eight physical assaults alleged to have taken place between 1974 and 1986, involving five boys and three girls. The unnamed arrested man has been taken to an un-named police station in north Wales, the town of which has also asked to remain anonymous.

We are still being offered the opinion in this pavanne that all paedophiles are either former evil BBC employees (not anchors on SkyNews), dead, or now in their nineties. While in New Zealand, Australia, Canada and the US, media consumers are clear about most of the facts, over here in Europe those of us following developments closely are left in a state of eternal tumescence. In the long-gone days before the Pill and pc, such a practice by young ladies consorting with young blades was known as ‘prick-teasing’. The Beatles immortalised the practice on the single track Day Tripper, which contains the lines ‘She’s a prick teaser/She took me half the way there’. It is the same with Plod when it comes to the Elm House saga.

I have now been told on five separate occasions over the last seven months that Operation Fearnbridge-Whittingstall-something-or-other was about to yield a sensational arrest, only to discover that either nothing happened, or a bloke we already knew about had been ‘held’. There’s a joke about onanism in there but I can’t be bothered.

I have a serious theory that in the rapidly ageing, depraved and sexually satiated MciAlvelli eurozone, there is a sort of disgusting roué acceptance of infant bum-f**king; and the same is true of Asia, where the civilisations are older, and the value put on human life much lower. But in the Young Countries, a reassuring desire to bring the baddies to book still pertains. I’ve never been to Thailand; however, I’m told that nothing there is off-limits – no matter how bestial, beelzebub or bare-arsed your predelictions might be. But whereas the CIA will tell Australia about a naked paedo-ring linked to Thailand – and get a response, US contacts tell me that apathy is the dominant reaction from British authorities.

On the main continent of Europe, this is even more true. Child molestation was for decades treated by the Roman Church as a price that must be paid in order to have otherwise celibate priests. The Dutch in Amsterdam for years adopted a ludicrously tolerant attitude towards paedophilia. In East European cities like Prague, Budapest and Berlin, there have always been easily organised ‘excursions’ for those who prefer intercourse with people under three feet tall.

But nevertheless, Britain is the main place in the West where there is a unique partnership between dislike of discussing the subject on the one hand, or simply denying its existence on the other.

London Mayor Boris Johnson declares himself “extremely satisfied” with progress on the Elm House enquiry looking into organised blind-eye child-trafficking perpetrated by Richmond Council, but the rest of us feel frustrated (in every sense) by the constant promises of revelation…and the equally consistent failure of such unmasking ceremonies to become public.

Meanwhile, the wilful ignorance of our Establishment is far from bliss: Allan Martin from Tunbridge Wells was locked up indefinitely for public protection in February 2011, with a two-year minimum, for sexual assault, attempted sexual assault and breaching his sexual offences prevention order (SOPO). But the sentence was overturned on appeal and a determinate term of two-and-a-half years substituted – with release at the halfway stage of his sentence. He then molested a boy in a church toilet after breaching a sexual offences prevention order by downloading indecent images of children. But at the second trial, his Brief was still insisting that, in the light of his client’s commitment to a prison for the mentally ill, the sentence represented “a sledgehammer to crack a nut”.

I had absolutly no idea what some of the Beatles songs ie Day Tripper were really about, I felt shocked when I did find out. I watched a music archive program recently with Sandy Shaw singing that song, and all I could think was, did she know? did she understand what she was singing? I don’t suppose she did, and that made me feel quite sad.
I still like a lot of the Beatles songs, but I can’t help but wonder who knew what. The Beatles were presented to the world as 4 cheeky but clean living fun loving Liverpudlians. when I say clean living the fact that they were on childrens programs like Crackerjack was like an endorsement that their music was morally ok for kids. You don’t expect someone in charge of childrens television to present songs that are about encounters with German prostitutes!

I agree.. It is a witch hunt.. sadly it did occur and terrible tragedies happened. But there are a lot of innocent and good Priests out there who have been falsely accused simply for the almighty dollar.

I remember me & a mate being kicked out of an RE class at my catholic boys school in the early 80’s for arguing with the priest who taught the class.
He posed some daft question about who would we not choose to go in to the nuclear shelter due to the lack of space out of a list of doctors, engineers, pregnant women, scientists, priest etc…

We said the priest. He asked Why? We said priests are just kiddy fiddlers sent by god. He shat a brick & sent us to our head of year.

We told the head of year what we said and he agreed, made us a cup of tea & went on to tell us about his daughter being on Blockbusters for half an hour.

Oh, but in some cases it can be a witch hunt and in any case there are always those who jump on the bandwagon looking for easy cash. When I was first practicing law I worked on a large number of institutional abuse cases (some sexual, most physical) and while many were genuine, there were always some bad’uns, and others who joined because they felt pressured to, either by peers or family, or because everyone else was as well. The courts could usually pick out those who weren’t legitimate claimants, but most never got to court, settling long before trial. And in these sorts of situations the defendant/defendants will often settle cases that if they proceeded to trial they would likely win, simply because in the final analysis, it is the best allocation of limited resources and money.

In Greece you suggested that you could have had sex with a very young child for just a few euros. let’s look at this from a neo liberal point of view. The transactions are clear and there is a profit to be made. Only anti freedom people can deny these are the facts.

The correct economic outcome would for you to have had gratification resulting in a profit made for the girl and her family. You would merely be helping relieve poverty and should be thanked for doing so. Morals have no value that can be measured in a monetary sense. Call it an impulse purchase if it makes you feel better.

That is how close we are to one pretty f**ked up world, I exaggerate but it isn’t that far removed from the truth.

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone one of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when your hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

I’m convinced that people just don’t believe that it goes on, just look at the standing ovation Rolf Harris got when he did his first live gig after being arrested. And any scandal involving the Royals is an absolute no-no. None so blind as those who won’t see….None so deaf as those who won’t hear….

I understand where you are coming from, friends and family say, ‘yes it’s terrible’, when you point out stories in the press etc. but quickly move off the subject and if I start to say that it is rife within the establishment then it is usually total disbelief and shutdown.

The greatest horror is if the few good and brave people who do fight this sick monster give up, then all is lost.

People like JW give us some strength and hope to find the courage to turn and face the worst parts of reality, rather than bathe in the cool waters of fantasy.

Times will get much tougher still and the weak and vulnerable will need good people even more than ever.

Individuals are easy to crush, strong communities not so easy. That is where I see hope for the future, in the rebuilding of communities.

So a deep thanks to all that strive in the name of true justice, against all odds and a hope to reject fear and find my own courage to face this monster.